88 Change (1/2)
After the battle, there was no need to prove which of the two potions was superior.
The Berserk Blood Potion only brought ten seconds of Berserk, and under the Berserk effect, an ordinary Swordsman could withstand a Great Swordsman. But the Dragon Strength Potion brought at least a full ten minutes of physical enhancement. That enhancement could let a 5th Rank Mage have the same physical strength as an 8th Rank Swordsman.
And that was the effectiveness when used on a Mage!
The physical strength of a swordsman was on a completely different level when compared to that of a mage, especially when the swordsman was someone like Bill, who was as strong as an ox. Mages could be considered very delicate, yet even a delicate mage was able to be evenly matched with a strong Swordsman.
If it had been a 5th Rank Swordsman, maybe even a Great Swordsman would have had to rely on Aura and advanced swordsmanship to suppress him. If they were only competing on physical strength, maybe even a Great Swordsman might not be the 5th Rank Swordsman's rival.
It wouldn't be fair to put the Berserk Blood Potion on the same level as the Dragon Strength Potion.
This was a whole different level altogether!
”Great Alchemist Hawkins, you can take your Berserk Blood Potion and go back to Twin Moons Splendor. The Gilded Rose doesn't need such a skill exchange.”
Faleau had no plan to let Hawkins off easy. He was looking at the Great Alchemist with a sneer. Besides disdain and ridicule, there was also a hint of pity in his eyes.
'Who knows how Hawkins would react if he knew that the Dragon Strength Potion which crushed the Berserk Blood Potion is only a cheap imitation. Would he die from excess anger and shame…?' he mused.
'No no no, it isn't just the Dragon Strength Potion. Even the Berserk Blood Potion in his hands is a pitiful imitation of Great Mage Merlin's potions. I really don't know where Hawkins got the courage to challenge the Gilded Rose with a mere imitation. He wanted to crush us with it, yet he was crushed by another imitation. Ignorance is bliss…'
”No… No… I don't believe it. This is a scam! This is definitely a scam! He isn't a 5th Rank Mage, he is a Great Swordsman, I saw him using Aura!” The sore loser, Hawkins, was in chaos. Even his words seemed incoherent.
”Haha, Great Swordsman…”
”How could he be a Great Swordsman, he is obviously a Sword Saint!”
”It's too late for you, Great Alchemist Hawkins, you should go sleep…”
Laughter filled the lobby. Hauss was a member of the Alchemist Guild. Whether he was a 5th Rank Mage or not didn't matter, he was an Alchemist, that much was certain. How could the Gilded Rose falsify this? Moreover, to mention Aura… Thousand Sails City would have already gone crazy if a Great Swordsman in his twenties had appeared.
This farce finally came to an end with Hawkins' incoherent accusations. He left the Gilded Rose, crestfallen, not even staying for the unveiling of the Meditation Potion. It was good that he left, or else his self-respect would have taken another blow with the Meditation Potion.